“Did Mr Carson come into some money I don’t know about?” he asked as he looked around.“Why is that?” Betty asked warily.“I was here only t...o weeks ago and the place didn’t look like this. I wonder how he afforded the tradespeople to fix it in such a short time,” he answered.“Well when you acquire a couple of magicians as friends, they like to do nice things in return and it was part of the deal we did with him,” Bette replied.“Part of the deal!” exclaimed Carson, who had gotten out of bed to. So to my story, one morning I come down for breakfast having just jerked off in the shower and then dressed for college. Mom is in her skirt-suit and looking sexy as usual and sipping on her freshly squeezed orange juice and reading a newspaper. Suddenly she makes a squealing noise and points to an advert she wants to have a look at. The advert is for actors to audition for a play that was being directed by someone my mom had followed for years. Jac the director had made his name in armature. I take great pride in making you more and more in need of me as you feel more and more passion and desire as what I do to you fires that little flame so deep inside you into a raging inferno wanting only to be used even more.I begin to take you to the mountain top, knowing if you are mine, that I have total control, because you want me too. That is as exciting to me as the the throbbing in my pants has become.. Every touch of my hands to your body is a ripple of intense pleasure combined with. Now, with his hand resting on the side of the mattress, he studied her face. She was trying hard to be brave and tried to speak. Opening her hands helplessly, she forced herself to look directly at him. ‘I…’ she started to say and then ran from the room. Back in her own room, in her own bed, her tear-filled eyes belied her attempt not to cry. She had tried so hard to be brave, to love him. Before she could see him, he had moved into her room and settled down beside her. A sigh escaped her as.